Worry yourself silly at home and abroad,
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and cover your insecurities through volume of speech.
Surrender yourself to strangers,
and pick apart your friends.
Do not focus on what you feel;
Allow yourself to smile on those you hate
Because no-one is human except yourself.
Prey on the shy and distant;
Power is within your grasp.
A mirror will be your best friend
When you have no real ones to look upon;
Vanity and bitterness are not virtues,
But they are a part of life, so just let them pass.
Leave acts of creation to others,
For on judgment day
They will fall for their arrogance.
Life is what you make it,
So jump into decisions without a second thought.
Trust those with a pretty face,
For in the end, awareness does not matter.
The world will always be full of cowards;
So bend your will to those around you.
Love is only as romantic as it appears,
So make a show on St. Valentines Day.
Forget yesterday's sorrow,
So you may return to it tomorrow.
Strive to feel young
Until the day you die.
Nurture your superficial idiosyncrisies
Because they are all that will remain
After you sell yourself to the world.
Again, worries add drama,
So hold onto them for dear life.
Should you meander away from this path,
Beat yourself until you return.
You are a child of your parents,
And deserved so much more;
A silver platter was hanging above your head all your life.
God is dead,
And you killed him.
Your war will kindle the fires
That sustain you.
Strive to be noticed,
So you can collect your rewards
When this ride is over.
"'You think you understand me," said Kerouac to Mark. 'You don't understand me at all. You want to fight about it?' Mark said nothing, not knowing who Kerouac was or what he was so mad about." -- from Palm Sunday by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.